When my dad requested his monthly haircut I did what I have been doing for the last eight months. After he was done and had a shampoo and inspected himself in the bathroom mirror he asked "Where did you get this barber?" I asked why and he said that he liked his haircut and we should call him again next month. I told him I knew where the barber lived so I could always call him when needed.
And that's when I realized that my dad wasn't joking. He didn't know or remember that I'm his barber. Next time I'm going to ask for a big fat tip.
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